Fitz groaned as he came to, slowly opening his eyes... The last thing he remembered was being clobbered in the head with the end of a gun. Coulson. May. Did they get out? He looked around at his surrounding before struggling against the restraints on his arms. He was tied to a chair by his wrists and ankles, and was in some sort of den. A basement perhaps? Underground? It wasn't long before all the pain hit him. The pounding headache. The pain in his torso. He looked down and he inhaled sharply. Damnit. His top was stained with a patch of dark red. Blood, he assumed.

He didn't have much time to get his bearings when the door came flying open. "Good, you're awake!" Garret burst into the room, an evil smirk on his face.

"Now let's get down to business. I like you son." Garrett said as he walked closer. "You're a smart kid, just think of all the cool things we could create together! You know... you'd hold a very high rank on our tech division if you agree to join us. If not, you'd have no rank and a lot of pain."

Garrett stood behind Fitz, placing his hands on his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Of course, either way, your services will be required."

Fitz flinched at his touch. "You're gonna suffer for what you've done" tears trickling down his face "And I... I plan on being a very big part of that."

Garrett laughed, giving Fitz a big pat on his back. "Oh, you're going to play a big part alright! But I've got something else in mind."

Garrett left the room, coming back shortly after with a trolley "Well, since you made your choice. Pain it is."

And that was when the torture started.

Fitz kept drifting in and out of consciousness. He felt drowsy, and his headache was worse than ever. He saw a blurred figure in front of him as he opened his eyes. And then he noticed something even worse. Blood. Everywhere. On the floor. All over his own hands. Fitz jerked to the side, retching, throwing up what little was left in his system. Fitz was never a fan of blood, or any of the putrid decaying flesh Jemma used to bring into his pristine lab. Jemma. His thoughts floated to her for a second before the awful smell brought him back to painful reality.

"Morning beautiful" the blurry figured said. "Ready to get started again?" Garrett pick up a silver wretch from his trolley and swung it at Fitz' leg. He couldn't help but cry out. It hurt so damn much.

Fitz closed his eyes tight, trying to get his mind to focus on something else besides the pain. Once again feeling the shock searing through his body, Fitz screamed, all his muscles tensing up, as Garrett probed him with the electrical taser. He clenched his teeth together in attempt to stop giving Garrett the satisfaction that he was succeeding. As the pain stopped, Fitz felt his body relax a little but he was panting, his breathing ragged.

Garrett walked closer to Fitz, "ready to comply yet kid?" hitting him across the face, the force throwing Fitz off the chair. Fitz collapsed onto the floor, his head and body throbbing with pain.

Garrett threw a broken device onto the floor. "Fix it." he commanded. "Fix this and we can stop for the day."

"I... I... Screw you." Fitz spat out, his hands trembling as he threw the device back to Garrett. Fitz was on the verge of tears at this point. His voice shaking. Any one could see that he was breaking. Fitz was never trained for any of this. Coulson and his stupid ideals. John Garrett had to give it to Coulson though, he picked a fine young man. One of the smartest, most vied for assets from the Academy, and he chose to go work for Coulson. But it didn't matter anymore, Fitz was his now. It was just a matter of finding that tipping point.

Garrett stormed over to Fitz, picking him up by his shirt collar before slamming him back to the ground. Garrett lifted his foot, and pressed down hard on the Fitz' torso wound. "AAAAAAAAH" Fitz screamed out, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to get out from under Garrett's weight. The pain was so blinding that he cried out again, only to be aggressively shut up by Garrett's forceful hand over his mouth. Garrett stared straight into Fitz' eyes. He could see the fear. Fitz was cracking.

"Now you listen to me you little bitch. No one's here to help you. Daddy's not coming to save you. You think you're so strong fighting me on this? There's other ways to make you comply Agent Fitz." Garrett whispered quietly into Fitz' ear before he slammed his head against the floor.

Everything went black.

Dun dun dun! Short chapter, I know! But hopefully I'll be back with something soon :) Hope you enjoyed it! Reviews, as always are appreciated. Let me know what you think of the story so far and/or what you think might happen next!